When the tornados season start in the south, well, in MY neighborhood at least, the warning sirens are like a signal for all the neighbors to come out of the house and look at the sky. We all stand around and watch the sky turn scary yellow then creepy green and we joke about which way my tree will fall. I loved this piece and it inspired me to work on my memoir. Thank you.

…baptizing the new grass — now that's excellent! when in storm play i don't think we have more decent choice other than to watch evrything around change its form… ha, & hopefully by watching we would be awakened somehow from many of our ignorances… smiles…